Chapter 1966: Chapter 1966: The Daylilies Are Getting Cold!
Dan Hanxi’s heart felt like something was tugging at it, so painful that he couldn’t breathe.
To prevent Qin Youxuan from noticing anything unusual, he could only pretend that the wound hurt and quickly closed his eyes.
To love and not be loved back—just four simple words, yet the lifelong sorrow of many.
"The bruises on your face aren’t too bad; it’s just a little scraped. I’ll put a couple of band-aids on. Try to avoid the wounds when washing your face in the next couple of days."
As Qin Youxuan said this, her hands moved swiftly and stuck two SpongeBob band-aids on Dan Hanxi’s cheek.
Instantly, the man’s previously rugged face took on a comical look.
Especially since Dan Hanxi’s face had been injured.
The scars, despite repeated surgeries, had only become faint but were still easy to notice.
The scar running across half his face added an indefinable ruggedness to his originally handsome face, and now with the cute band-aids, it made him look somewhat ridiculous.
Qin Youxuan clapped her hands, jumped off the sofa, took a step back, and was very satisfied as she admired her handiwork.
Dan Hanxi looked at her happy little face, not realizing what she had done to his face, completely captivated.
This was the first time she’d smiled at him so genuinely, without any pretense.
So beautiful, so captivating...
"Your face is taken care of, do you have any other wounds on your body?"
Qin Youxuan quickly hid her little thoughts and asked coldly.
"..."
Dan Hanxi snapped back to reality, lifted his handsome face, glanced at her, his gaze somewhat enigmatic.
He didn’t speak; instead, he reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt.
One button, two buttons, three buttons...
His movements were slow, unhurried, as if he was not unbuttoning but admiring a work of art.
Watching this made Qin Youxuan anxious, itching to rip his shirt off.
"Can you move a little faster? At the rate you’re undressing, the food’s going to get cold!" After waiting a few minutes, seeing that Dan Hanxi hadn’t managed to take off his shirt, Qin Youxuan became a bit upset.
"I’m a patient, not quick with my hands. If you think I’m too slow, why don’t you do it?"
"..."
Undress him?
Over my dead body! How could that possibly happen!
The image was too provocative, and if Dan Hanjie found out, he’d definitely skin her alive.
"No way!"
Qin Youxuan directly sat on the sofa across from him, still holding alcohol and ointment, "I’ll give you three more minutes. If you still can’t take off the shirt, do your own medication!"
"..."
As soon as Qin Youxuan finished speaking, Dan Hanxi noticeably picked up the pace.
This so-called fast was relative to before.
In reality, he was still excruciatingly slow.
By the final deadline Qin Youxuan had given, he leisurely unbuttoned the last button and took off his white shirt.
Just as Qin Youxuan was about to comment on his slowness, her gaze fell on his chest, her bright cat-like eyes widening in silence.
Dan Hanxi’s chest was covered with intersecting scars...
Crisscrossing, as if a painting woven across his chest.
The scars didn’t look new; some only had faint traces left.
But mixed together, it was like chaotic markings on a wall, leaving indelible impressions...
Qin Youxuan’s throat tightened.
The hand holding the alcohol and ointment unconsciously gripped tighter.
An answer was on the verge of appearing; she was torn between asking or continuing to play dumb.
